Eltra Ardell
Goonfeet
Special Planetary Emergency Response Group
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Posted - 2014.11.10 04:51:00 -
[1] - Quote
There it was. Shrouded in shadows, swirling dust obscuring the view. He knew what he would find here. It was always here that those types would come. Perhaps it was the legends surrounding it that appealed to those that would usher in the apocalypse. Perhaps it was the grand view from which to witness the end. Or perhaps, it was because they wanted a challenge before the end. After all, what purpose is there in bringing the universe to an end if no one knew you were responsible? And here, where it always happened, someone would be sure to oppose them.
And tonight, that someone was Lionshead Nebula.
He landed atop the peak overlooking Manus with a thud of power, kicking up dust and dirt as he did. As the cloud settled, a voice spoke through the shadows.
"Just one? My, I feel insulted."
Lion smirked, chuckling. "Just one is all we need."
The voice soon gained shape as the air cleared. A handsome man, with a cocksure air about him. No doubt he had stolen a thousand hearts before this moment. But now Lion would "steal" his.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," said the doomsayer, stepping aside. Beside him, a miracle appeared. The Unicorn, beast of the apocalypse, was at the man's side.
Lion blinked. "Now there's something new."
"Hah. Indeed. Now I do believe I have the upper hand."
"Don't be so sure of that," Lion said, shouldering his Mass Driver.
"What!?" Pure terror claimed the man's features, eyes wide with fear. A Mass Driver? From what pit of hell did Lion procure the weapon? The one thing that could kill a Unicorn...
"Let's dance," laughed Lion, and he began the fight that would save the world.
Explosions rocked the legendary peak, knocking tons and tons of sheer cliff tumbling down below. The two prophets of the end dodged and weaved, attempting to strike through an opening, but Lion would not relent. The Mass Driver finally struck true, purging the world of the apocalyptic beast and leaving the doomsayer mortally wounded.
"Lion," the man managed with his final breaths. "How...?"
"You fools always come here. But now no longer. The peak is gone."
The man chuckled. "Please...call me...Farce..."
"Very well Farce. Your scheme has failed. Your beast killed. What is there left for you?"
"A simple...request..." Farce gestured for Lions to approach. A good sport, the guardian of the galaxy stepped forward and knelt. "Remember...me..."
Lions nodded. "Very well." He stood his ground as the man's lips brushed his own and let out the final breath, his very soul. Lions stood, gazing the wreckage of their battle. No, he would not soon forget. He would never be able to. Here, on this damaged peak, a man attempted to topple the universe. And another stopped him. How tragic, Lions thought, that I had to kill him. In another life, I might have called him friend... |